Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.